Three Centuries of American PoetryAllen Mandelbaum, Robert D. Richardson, Jr. Random House Publishing Group, 14/10/2009 - 768 من الصفحات A comprehensive overview of America's vast poetic heritage, Three Centuries of American Poetry features the work of some 150 of our nation's finest writers. It includes selections from Anne Bradstreet, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams, e. e. cummings, Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost, and Gertrude Stein, as well as significant works of lesser-known American poets. From the Revolutionary and Civil Wars to the Romantic Era and the Gilded and Modern Ages, this unrivaled anthology also presents a memorable array of rare ballads, songs, hymns, spirituals, and carols that echo through our nation's history. Highlights include Native American poems, African American writings, and the works of Quakers, colonists, Huguenots, transcendentalists, scholars, slaves, politicians, journalists, and clergymen. These discerning selections demonstrate that the American canon of poetry is as diverse as the nation itself, and constantly evolving as we pass through time. Most important, this collection strongly reflects the peerless stylings that mark the American poetic experience as unique. Here, in one distinguished volume, are the many voices of the New World. |
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Allen Mandelbaum, Robert D. Richardson, Jr. TO THE ROARING WIND What syllable are you seeking, Vocalissimus, In the distances of sleep? Speak it. —Wallace Stevens CONTENTS Cover Title Page Copyright Epigraph Introductions: On the Canon.
Allen Mandelbaum, Robert D. Richardson, Jr. TO THE ROARING WIND What syllable are you seeking, Vocalissimus, In the distances of sleep? Speak it. —Wallace Stevens CONTENTS Cover Title Page Copyright Epigraph Introductions: On the Canon.
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... sleeps THE Queen; this is the royall bed. O'th' Damask Rose, sprung from the white and red, Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling aire, This Rose is withered, once so lovely faire, On neither tree did grow such Rose before, The ...
... sleeps THE Queen; this is the royall bed. O'th' Damask Rose, sprung from the white and red, Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling aire, This Rose is withered, once so lovely faire, On neither tree did grow such Rose before, The ...
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... arrive? And though thus short, we shorten many wayes, Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight. 18 When.
... arrive? And though thus short, we shorten many wayes, Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight. 18 When.
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... sleeping lay; Calm was the season, and carnal reason thought so 'twould last for ay. Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease, much good thou hast in store; This was their Song, their Cups among, the Evening before. 5 For at midnight ...
... sleeping lay; Calm was the season, and carnal reason thought so 'twould last for ay. Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease, much good thou hast in store; This was their Song, their Cups among, the Evening before. 5 For at midnight ...
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... sleep! But what a strange, uncoasted strand Is that, where fate permits no day— No charts have we to mark that land, No compass to direct that way— What Pilot shall explore the realm, What new Columbus take the helm! While death and ...
... sleep! But what a strange, uncoasted strand Is that, where fate permits no day— No charts have we to mark that land, No compass to direct that way— What Pilot shall explore the realm, What new Columbus take the helm! While death and ...
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